I was born in 1980, a seminal year, the Start of the Modern Era of Life As We Know It. Twenty years is not a long time, but empires and nations have risen and crumbled during my lifetime. I read somewhere a quote along the lines of, 'it's the vanity of each generation to think that they are going to be the last.' The way things are going, I might not be so far wrong. On the other hand, people have been thinking of & doing things to get rid of lots of other people at once for a long time.
I live with my family (still) and count among my friends my dog Delilah, the family dog Claire, several assorted strange people and some even stranger, several people I've never actually met and a growing network of people I'm sure I know from somewhere but can't think where.
My interests are music, drawing & art, meeting people, talking, eating, psychological disorders (I'm sure I have at least one, but have not decided which) mathematics as a study of forms, patterns and other groovy stuff like singularities (points where matter shrinks infinitely into nothing, found in black holes and dripping tap water) chatting online (mainly Microsoft MSN), reading, (probably way too much) collecting useless-but-good-in-conversation trivia, writing (my first novel should hopefully be out in the next decade!) & a whole lot more stuff I'm sure you don't want me to go into. : )
My friend Gerard told me I should Find The Light. He couldn't tell me what The Light was, though.
I'm still trying to figure out who I am exactly and straighten myself out, but maybe I'm not as mentally mangled as I think I am. I'm hopelessly immature but so are a lot of other people, sometimes. I seem to be getting along okay, but maybe everyone's too polite to tell me what an utter jerk I am. I've been told at least twice I'm a dag, so I'll take people's word for that. I've also been told I'm warped, by one of my more oddly-mannered acquaintances; I must then be pretty twisted. My sense of humour is something of a strange beast. Sometimes the funniest things are also the most personally embarrassing. Self-effacement is one of my personality trade-marks.
I get emotional and defensive rather easily, I worry about what people think of me too much, I like to wear some strange clothing, I babble on about crap, become obsessive about things, whinge and bitch alot, have a knack for making stupid remarks, bemoan and snarl about the state of the world in general and about corporate control of people's everyday lives, become miserable and pessimistic for no good reason but on the whole am a nice, friendly interesting person. |
